Alone and on her own, fifteen-year-old Sam Grace must fight her way through the horrors of a city overrun with hundreds of thousands of the living dead. However, the zombies are the least of her worries. Who can she trust? Is there anyone left to help when her bullets run out? Where can she escape to?

Chapter Two Excerpt:

Somewhere after midnight Sam opened her eyes, sat up and looked around. After a moment of post-sleep disorientation, she strained her mind to identify what it was that was bothering her. Several more seconds later it finally struck her– no crickets were chirping!

Huh? That ain’t right, she thought.

Almost as if by cue, Bailey stirred, raised her nose and then began to growl.

“Shush, girl,” Sam whispered.

The dog continued to growl though quieter now.

“Bailey! Be quiet!” Sam whispered in a more forceful tone that finally quieted the dog. However, there was no ignoring Bailey’s nose so Sam crawled to the barn’s hay loft hatch to peer into the yard below. In the moon’s meager light, Sam could see the entire yard below cast in drab shadows of gray and black. Into the yard ambled three zombies! Walking in a ragged line, each zombie was separated from the other by five to ten feet, and as they shuffled forward each would occasionally pause and sniff the air.

They’re huntin’ for food, Sam thought. Food…like me!

Twenty feet overhead Sam drew her pistol and held her breath, both hoping and praying that these dead would pass on by. The lead walker, a large man whose head was bent to the right at an unnatural angle, passed the barn door without taking any notice. Similarly, the second zombie shuffled by, also taking no notice. The third , a large African-American teen, continued its wobbly walk until it suddenly stopped directly across from the barn door. It sniffed the air several times, pausing several long seconds as its head wobbled from left to right. Finally, the creature turned and started walking towards the barn door. Even though it was about ten yards away from the door, Sam knew it would reach the barn in a matter of seconds.